The night turns on its invisible wheels
Apparently, today is Administrative Professionals Day. I know this because of my learnings because I got a lovely bouquet of gladioli and tulips from my new bosses (with a very complimentary card), and some scratch-off lottery tickets from the woman who is technically my direct supervisor.
It's not lunch at Brasserie, but then what is? (Sigh. Brasserie. Truly, nothing bad could happen there.) Somehow, I don't think the assistants at BEMC are getting lunch at Brasserie this year, either.
Last night I had dinner with dotfic, innie_darling, and tenaciousmetoo at the Crooked Tree Creperie. It was lovely, though for once, I did not order anything that gets set on fire (you must know I approve of SETTING THINGS ON FIRE at the table).
I have spent most of my morning wrangling a meeting that is still not scheduled. Well, it was scheduled, but then there were issues, so now we are going round and round about it, which I find quite fatiguing. But it seems my new overlords are pleased with my performance so far, so I can't complain too much.
Maybe I will even get some writing in today. Anything could happen!
***
Today's poem:
Sonnenizio on a Line from Neruda
The night turns on its invisible wheels.
The stars are gone; first sunlight splinters
in the branches of black trees, drips onto
tired earth. And so a shadow falls on us,
on our love. I want to rub, to brush it off.
I want to strike a match, turn on another
light, grow my own sun, a wonderland
where waving wands is all it takes to forge
and reforge bonds, where nothing breaks
forever. Place your hand on my hot cheek
again, breathe life into my eyes, connect
the freckles on my back to spell out: Yes.
Write on my skin: We want. We can. We will.
Let me respond with sighs. Then let's be still.
(First line from Pablo Neruda's Sonnet LXXXI*)
~Michaela A. Gabriel
***
*Sonnet LXXXI
And now you're mine. Rest with your dream in my dream.
Love and pain and work should all sleep, now.
The night turns on its invisible wheels,
and you are pure beside me as sleeping amber.
No one else, love, will sleep in my dreams. You will go,
we will go together, over the waters of time.
No one else will travel through the shadows with me,
only you, evergreen, ever sun, ever moon.
Your hands have already opened their delicate fists
and let their soft drifting signs drop away;
your eyes closed like two grey wings, and I move
after, following the folding water you carry, that carries
me away. The night, the world, the wind spin out their destiny.
Without you, I am your dream, only that, and that is all.
~Pablo Neruda
trans. ?
~*~
It's not lunch at Brasserie, but then what is? (Sigh. Brasserie. Truly, nothing bad could happen there.) Somehow, I don't think the assistants at BEMC are getting lunch at Brasserie this year, either.
Last night I had dinner with dotfic, innie_darling, and tenaciousmetoo at the Crooked Tree Creperie. It was lovely, though for once, I did not order anything that gets set on fire (you must know I approve of SETTING THINGS ON FIRE at the table).
I have spent most of my morning wrangling a meeting that is still not scheduled. Well, it was scheduled, but then there were issues, so now we are going round and round about it, which I find quite fatiguing. But it seems my new overlords are pleased with my performance so far, so I can't complain too much.
Maybe I will even get some writing in today. Anything could happen!
***
Today's poem:
Sonnenizio on a Line from Neruda
The night turns on its invisible wheels.
The stars are gone; first sunlight splinters
in the branches of black trees, drips onto
tired earth. And so a shadow falls on us,
on our love. I want to rub, to brush it off.
I want to strike a match, turn on another
light, grow my own sun, a wonderland
where waving wands is all it takes to forge
and reforge bonds, where nothing breaks
forever. Place your hand on my hot cheek
again, breathe life into my eyes, connect
the freckles on my back to spell out: Yes.
Write on my skin: We want. We can. We will.
Let me respond with sighs. Then let's be still.
(First line from Pablo Neruda's Sonnet LXXXI*)
~Michaela A. Gabriel
***
*Sonnet LXXXI
And now you're mine. Rest with your dream in my dream.
Love and pain and work should all sleep, now.
The night turns on its invisible wheels,
and you are pure beside me as sleeping amber.
No one else, love, will sleep in my dreams. You will go,
we will go together, over the waters of time.
No one else will travel through the shadows with me,
only you, evergreen, ever sun, ever moon.
Your hands have already opened their delicate fists
and let their soft drifting signs drop away;
your eyes closed like two grey wings, and I move
after, following the folding water you carry, that carries
me away. The night, the world, the wind spin out their destiny.
Without you, I am your dream, only that, and that is all.
~Pablo Neruda
trans. ?
~*~